All the lightbulbs in the house popped
beneath our soles as we
circled the living room and foyer,
dancing to Ol' Blue Eyes.

Each of us knew the darkness before it
found the other.

God took down the pictures and
hurried the guests from the rooms
in consequential fashion,
jerking their coats from the racks on their way out,
kicking and humming the
last two verses of
"Mind if I make love to you?" but
none of the crowd turned
out to know the words.

Prayers were said for our love,
quiet dirges dressed as lambs
rambled through the hall until
someone opened the gate
to let them into the back yard.

Under the guise of a peaceful
vengeance, we broke out the
wine bottles to share with the
xeroxed faces of the crowd.
Yesterday we curled all the glasses with lemon
zests, and tonight the vines poured themselves.

10/31/2011

Posted on 10/31/2011
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